Sweet. Flip. Salty

He wandered his now withered hands below his pillow in search of the key to his treasure. Thinking about the lost times he smirked and sat for a while on the bed to remember the black day which led a rift between them. Nothing substantial flashed his memory that could have been the reason behind it. Still he took the blame and thought “Age has taken over me, otherwise I would have tried to correct the mistake I did years back. Damn my memory. “

The clock positioned exactly horizontal to his eyes on the opposite half broken wall was trying to say something to him which he never understood or co-related. It had stopped ticking the very same day on that exact time when they took their steps outside the home for never to return back. As if the clock too understood his pain and wanted to give him companion in his alone time and so it has till now. He never gave a thought to replace it or the batteries. Time became an unwanted truth for him.

And lo he found the keys. He hold the key near to his chest tightly, with the fear of losing it too, as it was the only way of communication he had with them. He treaded towards the wooden cupboard, with every step realising him that the only thing that hasn't abandoned him is the treasure he has guarded for years. With trembling hands, reminiscing the sweet familiar moments, he tried to open the locker. With a creak sound the door opened and jerked the cupboard making the box fall on the floor just inches in front of his feet.

It’s strange when things know their place and identity, then why people don't! Simultaneously shedding tears and smiling he picked the box and blessed it as if his own son touched his feet for his blessings.

He didn't open it, actually he never opens it. He just put it back in the locker in the similar way so that next time when he will open the cupboard it should fall exactly it did today.

Strange are the ways of human to show love and hatred. Both come in one package, you just need to flip it.